Fu Lao's soul flew away in sorrow, and he woke up from his dream and his jade flute was broken.
Wedge
"Luo'er..." The bright moon is in the sky, and on the edge of the cliff, there is a man in red clothes, holding a jade flute, with white hair blowing in the wind, and red eyes as full as blood. A tear fell, sliding down his face and leaving a visible scar. A sharp-edged hand caressed it, and a sigh came. The man murmured, "Luo'er... Why don't you go home... But my... Appearance... Scared you. If so, then..." Then, a sad flute sounded. After the song ended, only the red shadow was seen falling, and only a snow-white jade flute remained on the edge of the cliff, shining brightly under the moonlight.
He is an immortal, but he is weak and can only take one scoop of water. Waiting time and time again only in exchange for...
"Sorry, I made you wait again this time."
"It doesn't matter, I'll wait for you. We will be together even if we go to poverty and fall to hell."
She is the Luole Shangxian, but due to love, she fell into an eternal catastrophe. She was thrown into the mortal world and her whole body of cultivation was scattered...
We met in our mortal days...